A blanket of the purest snow covers the ground, revealing only bumps and dips as to what lies beneath it. Rolling hills are bright and clean, reflecting the light of the sun against their white glowing luminescence. The beauty in winter is a soul calming thing… that is until you step out into its cold wetness!
I’m not a big fan of being cold, or of being tricked, therefore winter is my least favorite season. However, there’s an underlying of worth to this season of icy chill for us writers. When we’re holed up inside our warm homes, with the fireplaces dancing and the furnaces racking up outrageous gas bills, we have a little more time to WRITE! At least I do. Despite all of the holliday tasks, and the fighting storms to run kids around to their extra curricular activities, I’m still finding myself inside much more often.
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